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Fat jibes? [i]Really?[/i]

For all their talk of class, these Liberties were nothing but children when it came to their insults. Anyone with a working pair of eyes knew that DeShawn was built out of marble and granite. Yeah the boy was a little thicker than most but the ladies loved that about him.

DeShawn was trying to maintain his composure, trying to stick to his well worn mantra at this point. [color=CB8DEB]“Stay in your lane”[/color]. Every single fibre of his being was screaming at him to grab Jackson by the next and put him through the goddamn table. He had to keep his promise. [i]Stay out of trouble. One wrong move and it was all over for him. Corner boy be damned, you’re a Rosefell Knight now.[/i] As he clenched his large fists, ready to decide if he was going to destroy his future for a girl, he was interrupted.

As only the Queen could; Melissa tore Miki and Jackson apart. He was in awe as the blonde shredded their dignity, battered down their confidence and forced them to retreat with their tails between their legs under the guise of the high ground. In some ways, Dee was extremely thankful that the two had walked away; given the chance the linebacker would’ve likely caved in to his lesser impulses and ended up in a cell for the night. 

An extremely small girl popped up in front of DeShawn and Melissa before he could further react. She was tiny yeah but damn, talk about a knockout. He would be worried that would snap the poor thing in half if he went anywhere near her. 

[color=15603A]"Excuse me! Hi. Is the punch good? I just got here so... I'm a bit behind. The name's Trixie. Well, Beatrix, really. I think you're Melissa, right? and you, DeShawn? Please correct me if I'm wrong! I think you both have some classes with my brother."[/color]

[color=CE0F3D]Hi Trixie! I can call you Trixie, right? Well, you are correct on your names, and you know what, I think Dee here can help you out and get you some punch. But be careful! It's got a hell of a kick to it."[/color]

Taken aback by being shoehorned into this new conversation without having had the chance to cool off properly; Dee turned and grabbed a glass of punch for the newcomer. [color=CB8DEB]”Here you go, mama. Enjoy yourself, it’s a party”[/color] Distracted by Trixie, DeShawn was taken aback by the swift kick to the nuts that Melissa planted on Jackson. He thought it was over, he wished it was over but of course, the Queen wasn’t going to let this go; that was just her style.

Like the hero he was, Saint Jayvo tried to help the poor Liberty that Melissa had assaulted; little did he know how much the bean pole actually deserved it for what he had said to the cheerleader.

In that moment, maybe it was the booze talking and maybe it was the genuine frustration that had been building for over a year but DeShawn felt something he hadn’t felt in a long time; he felt himself. The Liberties and the Rosefells fell away from his vision, replaced by the cold, blood soaked streets of West Baltimore. He stood on the corner of Calhoun and Baker, a few dead soldiers in hand to resell to the fiends that come around the way. The East side boys looking to step to him and his crew; wasn’t no turf war if the soldiers get capped quick. In his ears, Dee could hear the bullets flying overhead, striking vacant lot doors where all the bodies were buried, and the pounding feet of corner boys running for their lives. The unmistakable rotting smell of the last vestiges of the American dream.

For over a year, Dee had been pretending to be a good boy. He had been honourable, decent and soft; everything that his uncle wanted him to be. Yet that’s not how he came up. He was the son of the Soulman; the most feared drug kingpin this side of NYC. The slight against Melissa didn’t even matter anymore; DeShawn just wanted to hurt somebody.

[color=CB8DEB][i]”Fuck it”[/i][/color]

Charging out of his trance, he marched over to Jay and almost manhandled his friend out of the way. [color=CB8DEB]”Don't get in my way, Jay. Imma hurt this bitch”[/color] He grabbed the still kneeling Jackson by either side of his head and pulled him upwards and head butted the youth square in the nose. 

[color=CB8DEB]”The fuck your think was gonna happen?”[/color][/center]